You want ideas? Vampire Weekend have ideas. They've also got wit, imagination, an eye for lyrical detail and an ear for musical adventure. Most importantly, Vampire Weekend have tunes. Oh yes, they've got tunes.

Straight-ahead. As if. This is indie-rock that isn't indie-rock, a joyously exuberant carnival of melody and rhythm. Strings. Organs. Afro-funk guitars. Courtly 18th century harpsichord. A bit of post-punk (maybe Franz Ferdinand crossed with the Bhundu Boys?). Lyrics about grammar and architecture and preferred bus routes and the British Imperial origins of American preppie fashion. With fleet-footed pizzazz Vampire Weekend deploy all these to craft a tinglingly refr...

You want ideas? Vampire Weekend have ideas. They've also got wit, imagination, an eye for lyrical detail and an ear for musical adventure. Most importantly, Vampire Weekend have tunes. Oh yes, they've got tunes.

Straight-ahead. As if. This is indie-rock that isn't indie-rock, a joyously exuberant carnival of melody and rhythm. Strings. Organs. Afro-funk guitars. Courtly 18th century harpsichord. A bit of post-punk (maybe Franz Ferdinand crossed with the Bhundu Boys?). Lyrics about grammar and architecture and preferred bus routes and the British Imperial origins of American preppie fashion. With fleet-footed pizzazz Vampire Weekend deploy all these to craft a tinglingly refreshing sound. Anyone for brainy party music?